The Actress Hasn't Learned The Lines (You'd Like To Hear)

(Aristocrats:)Thus all fairy stories endOnly an actress would pretendAffairs of state are her latest playEight shows a week, two matineesMy how the worm begins to turnWhen will the chorus girl ever learn?My how the worm begins to turnWhen will the chorus girl ever learn?

(Eva:)The chorus girl hasn't learned the lines you'd like to hearShe won't go scrambling over the backs of the poor to be acceptedBy making donations just large enough to the correct charityShe won't be president of your wonderful societies of philanthropyEven if you asked her to beAs you should have asked her to be

The actress hasn't learned the lines you'd like to hearShe won't join your clubs, she won't dance in your hallsShe won't help the hungry once a month at your tombolasShe'll simply take control as you disappear

(Che:)Forgive my intrusion, but fine as those sentiments soundLittle has changed for us peasants down here on the groundI hate to sound childish, ungrateful, I don't like to moanBut do you now represent anyone's cause but your own?